and gave orders to be barbered and his clothes laid out. Word was to be sent to the stables to have his traveling carriage made in readiness. Word was to be sent to Lady Standishâs residence with instructions to her ladyâs maid to present herself at the Dukeâs with her mistressâs trunks.
Now I have done it, he thought, noticing the shocked look on his valetâs face.
He made a leisurely toilet and descended to the morning room an hour later to find the Marchioness of Standish fast asleep by the fire. He had passed Lady Standishâs grim-faced and weary ladyâs maid who was sitting sentinel in the hall beside several corded trunks. He had ordered his butler to supply the maid with tea and to see that the baggage was strapped onto his carriage along with his own trunks.
He stood looking down at Lucy as she sat asleep in a winged chair. She had taken her hat off and her small face was tilted back against one of the wings. She looked little more than a child.
As if aware of his gaze, her eyes flew open and she stared up at him, first in bewilderment and then in dawning comprehension.
âI had to come,â she said faintly. âHe does not love me. He said⦠he said my parents had
paid
him to marry me.â
âIt is not unusual,â he said calmly. âYou will breakfast. I have sent for your maid and your clothes.â
âYou mean⦠I will live here with you?â
âNo. Nothing so blatant. You are coming to the country with me⦠to my home.â
âOh,â said Lucy weakly.
âWe do not want to give your husband outright grounds for divorce and so it will all be very respectable. My mother, the Dowager Duchess of Habard, is in residence.â
âWhat will she thinkâ¦?â
âWhat she wishes. It need not concern us.â
Lucy was still too tired and hurt and emotionally buffeted to protest.
When they left, a thin brown rain was falling from a low brown sky.
âWhere do you live?â asked Lucy sleepily.
âMullford Hall in Essex. It is not a very long journey so we will not have to spend the night anywhere.â
Lucyâs ladyâs maid, Harper, sat grimly opposite, holding my ladyâs jewel box on her lap and trying to keep the disapproval she felt at these strange goings-on from showing on her face.
The matter of Lucyâs marriage could not be discussed in the presence of the maid, and after a little while, Lucy fell fast asleep, only awakening when they stopped for luncheon.
Dusk came early on that dismal day and the carriage lamps had been lit as they finally turned in at the great gates of Mullford Hall.
âIs your mama expecting me?â asked Lucy, becoming nervous despite her fatigue.
âNo. It will be a surprise.â
âI would rather she had been prepared,â said Lucy in a small voice.
âWell, that was not possible since I was not prepared myself,â said the Duke equably.
Lucy fell silent, rubbing at the steamy glass of the carriage and trying to see out the windows through the gathering twilight.
âIt looks very big⦠the park, I mean,â she ventured at last.
He nodded and seemed absorbed in his thoughts.
Finally the carriage rattled to a stop and Lucy was helped down and stood looking up at the great pile that was Mullford Hall.
The house was Palladian in principle, consisting of a central oval building surmounted by a dome joined to two rectangular pavilions by curving wings.
âThe west pavilion has not been completed,â said the Duke. âWe use the east, and the central building is reserved for guests. Since you are our only guest, you will share the family wing.â
Lucy was led off by the housekeeper down a long corridor lined with statues and glass cases containing priceless china over to the east wing.
Her rooms were tasteful and cool with high ceilings, Adam fireplaces, and pastel walls. No sounds penetrated from the world
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